“Hmm.” He tilted his head to one side. “Did they break your instincts when they operated on you? You know, like when they neuter a dog and he doesn’t pick up the scent anymore? Because the Johnny I remember wouldn’t waste such a rare opportunity.” “I wasn’t neutered, you insensitive prick,” I snapped, outraged. “And my sperm swims just fine. They checked!” Twice.
